This is my first attempt at a story, I think I rambled on way too much, so sorry about that.
I’d gone to Mardi Gras a few times and it is always my favourite. Just a celebration full of happiness and crowds, honestly a great time. I’d never been before when I was single though, so as we headed down my mind was full of the sexual possibilities. With all the flashing and strip clubs, it’s a pretty sexually charged environment on Bourbon St at night.
On the first night we have a grand old time. Eat some great food, get pretty drunk and meet some fun people, but nobody I was really clicking with. Eventually it ends up being just me and my one friend sitting at a random bar at around 4:00 in the morning. We had both caught beer koozies at the parades earlier in the day, and I am drunkenly giving an impassioned speech about how they should be called beer cozies (because they keep the beer can nice and cozy), instead of koozies.
A pretty girl sitting at the bar next to me starts laughing at my shenanigans, which is pretty much the only way I’m ever able to get women, and she turns around and we start chatting. She is short, pretty and petite. There is immediately electricity between us, but the bar almost immediately does last call. Soon we are all on the curb and she is talking to her friends. At this point, I’d been drinking for around 18 hours, so I was ready to go home and sleep the sleep of the dead. I ask her for her number, and say that we should hang out tomorrow, but she turns around from the conversation she’s having with her friend and kisses me.
I can see a shocked look on her friend’s face, but I don’t particularly care. This girl obviously knows what she wants, so I invite her back to my hotel. She turns around and has a hushed (somewhat argumentative?) conversation with her friend. I just assumed her friend didn’t approve of her disappearing with some guy she’d met 20 minutes ago. What I did not know at the time, but found out the next day, is that she had been dating someone for years and he had gone to sleep early that night. I was oblivious to this though, so my conscious remains clean, though it explains some of her behaviour.
We eventually break off from her friend group and head back to my hotel. Here’s where I hit a problem: My friend is sleeping in the hotel room, and we don’t have the kind of relationship where I can fuck someone right next to him. My mind is racing as we go through the hotel security, but I decide “fuck it” and plan to just fuck her in the bathroom.
We are all over each other as the elevator ascends to my floor. Her hand already rubbing my cock through my pants, mine grabbing her ass as I pin her against the wall. I warn her my friend is sleeping and we’ll have to try to be quiet. As soon as we’re in the room, I guide her into the bathroom and we’re immediately making out again. She is sexy as all hell in her halter top and jeans, which I immediately start to undo. I am not thirsty at this point, I am straight up **hungry** and so her jeans are almost immediately on the floor. I pull my rock hard cock out and lift her up onto the counter easily (petite girls be great). I reach down and touch her pussy and she is soaking wet. So, probably less than 30 minutes after I met her, I am rubbing my cock against her wet pussy lips.
I position my cock right at the entrance to her pussy and lock lips with her again. Slowly pushing into her as I do. She whispers in my ear “Oh shit” and I feel her whole body tense and she starts to tremble. I look at her eyes and they are rolled back in her head as she whispers again “I’m fucking cumming.” My cock isn’t gigantic and I’ve never had a girl cum the second I entered her without foreplay. In retrospect she was likely in the throws of bliss due to the taboo of pretty openly cheating on her boyfriend. She was probably so turned on from the idea of it, that the moment it became very real, the moment I entered her pussy, it was enough to push her over the edge.
Whatever the cause, it was one of the hottest moments of my life as this gorgeous girl, sitting on the bathroom counter, held me and trembled as I slowly slid in and out of her. She begins to laugh a little as her orgasm starts to subside and I start to fuck her in earnest, her still sitting on the counter with my arms supporting her bent legs. After a few minutes I can tell she is getting close again. I tell her to touch her clit and she starts to rub herself as I fuck her, not breaking eye contact with me for the duration of her next orgasm. This pushes me close to the edge and as she’s finishing I tell her I’m about to cum. She immediately pushes me away and drops down to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth and working it with her hand while she does. It was probably under 60 seconds before I was grabbing the back of her head and cumming hard into her mouth and down her throat as she took me as deep as she could.
At this point, I was exhausted and pretty pleased with my performance considering the litres of alcohol that I’d drank by this point. We made out a bit more, put our underwear on and stumbled through the pitch-black room into my bed. I was more than happy to pass out, but she was nowhere near done with me. After fifteen minutes of cuddling, with my on the brink of sleep, I feel her hand start to massage my cock through my boxers. Normally I need a bit more time, but something about the situation had me growing in her hand already. I told her that my friend was sleeping about 6 feet from us, but she just whispered in my ear that she’d be quiet, quietly climbed on top of me and guided my cock back inside of her. After about 10 minutes of the quietest sex we could manage, I heard my roommate roll over a bit too loudly.
I asked if he was awake and he grudgingly admitted that he was. I suggested that maybe he should go to our other friends’ room. He called me a fucking asshole and left, which is exactly what I was hoping for.
Now that our shackles had been removed, we fucked like animals for hours. I lost track of how many times she came, or how many I did for that matter. It was a lot. We fucked through sunrise, falling asleep around 10AM. Woke up at 1 and she swore and said she had to go. I offered to walk her to Bourbon St, at which point she told me she was there with her boyfriend and didn’t want to be walking around with me in case we ran into him. I stood there a bit shocked as she kissed me and disappeared out the door.
It was the first day (well technically second at that point) of a great trip, and I still can’t imagine a better way for it to have started.